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Worcester Rules

I’m stealing this post from Mr. Bookdwarf because he’s written a better version of our Friday night than I could have:

Despite the looks my co-workers gave me when I told them my Friday night plans last week, there are plenty of valid reasons to want to go out to a shooting range. I feel that I canâ€™t really have a solid opinion about gun control without at least knowing how to work one, without appreciating the people who use them for sport and competition. Plus, it hardly seems fair to let the political right in the US be the only people who know how to work firearms. I donâ€™t want to be the only liberal in the shelter when the zombie apocalypse happens, right?

Anyway, it seemed like a good idea. Megan and I determined that we should go out to a shooting range and spend an evening firing some weapons with a couple of her co-workers. Google suggested the misleadingly-named Boston Gun Range in Worcester (pardon me, Iâ€™d been spelling it with an H, as Worchester, which is a terrible slight) where Fridays are â€œJack And Jillâ€ nights, involving free gun time for the ladies.

We didnâ€™t find any of this out until we got to Worcester on Friday night and found the range locked and shuttered, without even a â€œCLOSEDâ€ sign out front. So, then what? Obviously, the four of us drove around past the nudie bars and automotive spring repair shops on the outskirts of town until we hit Worcester Center. We briefly got lost in the Abandoned Warehouse district, and then stumbled upon the Gentrified Abandoned Warehouse district, featuring loft condos (natch), a discount meat store (â€We Towed You Soâ€ emblazoned cheerfully across the parking lot), and a tapas bar called Bocado.

Inside, we found mediocre tapas, moderately priced wine, girls with low-cut dresses and boys with over-gelled hair and french-cuff shirts. It had the promise of a decent evening, despite the presence of mango salsa on the menu. Authenticity in food is certainly overrated, but mango salsa on tapas, especially in a place that prides itself on a Spain-only wine list, indicates an unfortunate confusion of Spain and Latin America.

Still, I was more or less satisfied with my meal until a band set up and started playing Buena Vista Social Club-ified covers of American pop standards. That pretty much topped it. I will say no more of the evening or of the fair city of Worcester, which I am sure has some lovely people in it somewhere.

Now you know what I do on the weekends. Also, the “We Towed You So” still makes me giggle.

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2 thoughts on “Worcester Rules”

Senor Booke..
Thank you for your many kind sayings to our peeples here in Bookeworm Towne.
Only a few things confuse me a leetle.
You say you cant really have a solid opinion about gun control without knowing how to “work” one..without appreciating the peeple who use them.
In all your many letters you only talk about Megan
and two other peeples in your car that don-t talk back to you..
To be fair you did mention the lady with the low tops..boys here find those kind of things nice.
And Eduardo..he-s the one with the shiny hair.
He sometimes uses mango sauce on it.
We are sorry you didnt get out of your car while you were here.
Maybe your pants were too tight.
We are sorry.
Come back soon…but let us know you are coming
..the gun range will be open for you.
Treyfore Monterrey